The winds bellow softly in the dark sky
Shadowy images of the trees,
     A hoot owl flies nearby.
I look into your brown eyes, feeling protected
     I look deeper, into the part no one sees --
Brown are your eyes, deeply intense
     Black, void wide pupils shine through
I see you, through a part of you --

I see you, through your eyes
     I look, and see your soul on the other side.
A little boy sits on the roadside, crying
     And a grown man there, drunk
To decipher between the two is rather difficult
     One is young, one is "old"
     But they are a mirror-image of the two.

The boy with his dark hair, dark brown eyes
The man with his dark hair, dark brown eyes
So much alike, and yet not so alike
Not so different, not so much the same.

Feeding into those soulful eyes, they cry out
     An unspoken feeling deep inside.
The eyes become watery, a teardrop begins to form
     Clear, opaque, colorless
Crash!
     Shatters, as it touches the floor.

The leaves begin to wither
     A dying leaf bows and begins its fall
     To return to the land where it belongs.

A worker looks up and wonders,
     Shrugs his shoulders and trudges along
The moonlight wanes, the fading luster
     The stars fallen over, the brightest light,
         glistening thunder.

To reach out, to catch it, save it all
     The inability to handle its pressure
     The conniver churns the ladder.

A bright light remains, in the distance
     It burns like fire -- orange, red, white, yellow
         and blue
     Fading here and there, but remains.

The fiery elements of heaven and earth
     Earth, water, fire, wind, combine together
A hand reaches out, trying to save another.

A part of animal instinct, unable to tame
     The ravisher, the wonder
     The lover, who steals my thunder.

This is the part I can't ignore
The one who loves without thought
The one who can hurt another
The one who is there,
     The only one I can see.

The fiery battlements burst forth
     The flame flickers, unattended
The passionate core of tremendous lore
     A side (of me) which continues to dream
     A side (of me) continues to yearn
     A side (of me) burns once more.

The dark empty road that lies ahead
     If taken one direction, where is the light?
     At the end?
To examine, to view, daydreaming of the past
To hope, to feel once again, the insight.

I look and try to see
     I look and try to feel
     I look and try to be you
     And I wonder then, can I be with you?

The fiery passion unkept and unmanned
     The luster, the light,
     Passion, pleasure, and pain.